We cannot be everything. Sad, but true.As the more we tear ourselves asunder,the less each part is given its just due.The more we yearn to revise our blunders,our regret thrums inside us like thunder.We have to pick and choose our battles here.To be a Shakespeare or a buccaneer.To be who we want, not who we should be.No matter how being everything endears,You are a person. A human. A me.